His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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The sound of police sirens cut through the air. I could hear them getting closer, their lights flashing in the distance. I didn't move from my spot by the window as the

police arrived, guns drawn. They approached Nathan cautiously, assessing

the scene. The rogues, battered and

bruised, were being handcuffed and

dragged away one by one.

Nathan reached the front steps and

knocked, his hand still trembling from the

fight.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Nathan stood there, bloodied, bruised, and holding the bouquet like it was some sort of peace offering. His eyes flickered to the toys scattered across the floor inside the house. They belonged to

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Oliver. The sight of them seemed to stir something in Nathan, a brief flash of guilt crossing his face.

"-" He started, then stopped. He cleared his throat, trying again. "Doris, I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I know I messed up, and I want to make things right."

I didn't say anything, just stood there, staring at him blankly. My silence seemed to make him more desperate.

"I brought these for you," he said, lifting the roses. "I know how much you love

them."

I raised an eyebrow, the coldness in my voice unmistakable. "I'm allergic to roses.

Nathan blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Sienna told you I loved roses, didn't she?"

I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

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Nathan stammered, his confusion

growing. "Yeah, she-she said you loved them. I thought-"

bitter laugh,

"Of course she did.

Sienna had brought me flowers when

and the roses had made me

in hives, my skin itching

believed me

cosmetic that

He had

always.

as

"I-I didn't know," he

you didn't." My voice

Sienna told you. You've never known me, Nathan.

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really,"

tightened around the boNqNet, his knuckles

I

my

out of my

call the police again."

widened,

"Doris, please"

"I said leave,"

I

stood there for a

would change

didn't

the bouquet of

in his hand. I

steps, his shoulders

as he was gone, I

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leaned against it,

down on me. The house

broken, the

lingering in the

time, I felt nothing.

Just indifference.

my yard, looking lost, broken, and bleeding. The sight of him disgusted me more than

everything that

of all things. He still didn't get

never had.

I

chest as I looked down at the

must've told him I liked